I am a housewife in a big city of India. I am 42 year old but still remain young as 25 because of my regular exercise and dieting. I have a son name hari. he is 20 year old. but we have not good relationship. this is because my husband is in gulf countries and he comes once in a 2 months. so I am the only parent for hari. he is not fond of his mother. I always scold him for his mistakes and that make him anger and we have long argueing about. but one day I've come to know that he is drug addict. I was shocked. I scold him and even slapped him. he promised me not to do it again. anyway this is a story about how the son rape his own mom. this is started like this.
Two weeks back on Monday it happenned that day I had asked harida my servant to get fish & make a nice meal. I was in the house & was feeling bored as a month had passed since my husband had returned to his job in the gulf I am still shaking when I remember what hapenned that day. Hari(my son ) said he needed eggs too & so he called suleman the andewalla. I had just finished my bath & as a mood I wore a silk sari & did up my hair nicely I put nice perfume & dressed up I heard suleman come & hari talking & then they were calling someone up & I heard the door open & shut but nothing hapenning. I started wondering so I went into the kitchen which has direct entrance to see what was happenning, I saw that hari was buying huge quantity of drugs from suleman & one beggar who were squatting in the kitchen. so I got angry with hari & suleman & started shouting at him.
so I got angry & asked all of them to get out. Hari tried to explain, but I lost my cool & they also started arguing. I got angrier & tried to push them out. suddenly at this point suleman just grabbed my hands & pulled me away I started yelling at him & he just grabbed me & stuffed a dirty kitchen cloth in my mouth. then he called to my son hari and the beggar forward his name was aslam chacha he was horrible looking around 50 yrs old had vitiligo on his face & hands was smelling & very dirty. I stared in horror as he came forward, suleman said sali kutti randi aslam chacha ko bhagati hain ab tujhe dekhte hain.
I couldnt believe that this was hapenning when hari my son of long standing was there. then aslam came forward & took off his smelly dirt stained lungi. they dragged me to the bedroom in my silk sari & finery aslam took off his torn banyan & they tied my hands & legs to the bed with his dirtstained lungi which I think was never washed. then that dirty smelly beggar with white patches & sores came near me his clothes had dirt & mud & he was smelling badly he did not had a bath for maybe months he came near the bed I pleaded with tears in my eyes. with my mouth gagged I was helpless. I looked at hari for help he smiled suleman licked his tongue I was horrified. they didnt stop.
this beggar with vitiligo took out & started rubbing his cock. he had a smelly cock that was thicker than an inch & possibly longer than ten inches. he thrust it in my face & straddled me over my breasts. My son started removing my sari as suleman loosened the blouse I resisted, aslam the beggar slapped me. I fell back aslam opened the cloth & tried to push his dong in my mouth I nearly choked, hari went for my pussy as suleman tried to enter my ass. As hari squeezed my ass flesh, his other hand slipped under my blouse in the front and explored my belly button and my stomach and it made its way upward towards my breasts. He began to move his hand over my sari covered ass knowingly. I felt him outline the edge of my panties. despite my resentment in my helplessness I felt my cunt beginning to get hot and moist. His one hand dipped into the crack of my ass and fingered my asshole while his other hand cupped my right tit. He played with my nipple through my bra, making it hard and erect. Sulemans one hand had pushed my bra cups aside and he had a finger well up my asshole.
Haris hands left my ass cheeks & breasts and dropped to the front of my sari. He hiked my silk sari up and ran his fingers along my inner thighs. My cum flowed from my pussy as he rested his hand on the front of my panties and rubbed my cunt slit. He moved to the top of my panties and dipped his hand inside. His fingers moved through my pubic hair as they searched knowingly for my cunt hole. I was being finger fucked from both sides, my cunt and my ass.
Suleman pulled his finger out of my ass hole and ran his hand inside of my panties around my hips. He located one of the bows that held my panties to my body. (i prefer panties that are tied, my husband had brought them from gulf) as he continued to finger my cunt, he untied the bow, then moved to my other hip and untied the second bow. He slid my panties off, removing them from under my sari. Hari was now freely finger fucking me in my pussy his movements became more rapid. I had my third orgasm of my morning against all my wishes. Hari brought his other hand to my back and slipped it under my blouse. He moved it up to my bra strap and undid my bra.
All this time aslamchacha the horrible beggar was rubbing his smelly lund on my face & mouth & lips. I was helpless. My mind was in a daze as I slowly opened my mouth. He realised the end of my resistance & withdrew his big fat smelly lund & moved it over my face. I felt his cock along my cheek. I moved my mouth to it and took his semi-erect prick which had suddenly gone limp at the thought of fucking a beautiful lady in her own house in her bedroom, between my lips. I ran my tongue over his cockhead as I sucked more of his prick into my mouth. I tasted the remains of his cum as well as the flavor of dried semen & dirt. His prick stiffened under the workings of my mouth and lips. I was able to take the entire shaft down my throat I moved my head back and forth along his hard cock. I reached up and touched his balls as suleman & hari had freed my hands from the bed.
He took my head in his hands and guided my cocksucking movements. I continued to suck his cock from head to root. I flicked my tongue all along his shaft. He pulled & looosened my hair my lips were at his cockhead, I moved my mouth to the underside of his prick and licked down to the root. When I got there I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I worked on his balls for a short time. I felt him move. He turned around and his ass was in my face. At this point, I would do anything. I spread his ass cheeks and searched for his ass hole with my tongue. When I found it, I licked, kissed and sucked at his tight asshole. I made my tongue as rigid as possible and probed as far into his asshole with it as I could. The thought of kissing ass was enough to make me come again.
As I sucked his asshole I encircled his cock with my hand and jerked him off. When he had had enough of my ass sucking, he turned once more and my lips returned to his cock. This time. he held my head steady and fucked into my mouth. His cock pistoned in and out of my mouth rapidly. I used my tongue on his shaft as best I could. He suddenly buried my face in his pubic hair, his cock down my throat and shot his load of warm sticky cum into my mouth. I licked up every drop of the dirty beggar aslamchachas smelly semen as I could.
He held my head and kept his cock in my mouth. I felt his prick go limp between my lips. He wouldn't let me go. Still he held me there. Hari had in the meantime bunched my sari up at my hips and pressed his cock against my cunt. His hands moved to my ass cheeks. I guided his cock over my pussy, and slipped his hard, dark skinned prick into my cunt hole. I had an orgasm as he pushed deep into my pussy. His hands on my ass guided my fucking motion up and down his cock. As he thrust in and out of my cunt, he unbuttoned the top of my blouse and exposed my erect nipples.
